So, I'm entering that stage of the year where the excitement of starting school has completely faded. A period in which partying and my laissez-faire attitude don't seem to have a point. And I'm usually left alone at home, dwelling on my past and thinking my problems are a lot more important than they actually are. I'm reminded of my own insignificance, and everything appears so large in comparison to I, a minuscule speck. [Oh, boo fucking hoo, Cristina.] On a less existential note, but an equally unhappy one, I got fired from a job that I had for a single day. The place is amazing. Eva B . But the actual job wasn't that fantastic. It was mostly cleaning, and the manager didn't train me, but expected me to know everything. I wasn't exactly fired, but she said "they were overstaffed" (then why did you hire me in the first place, cuntbag!) I'm sure if I was not as awkward and timid, she would have gave me a chance. So, I have an 887 dollar mastercard bill to pay, with only 200 in my account. I've been left with no other choice than to sell my bodaaay... to algorithme pharma. Yes, I am going to be a guinea pig for a pharmaceutical company. It pays 1400 dollaaaas. I like watching people's facial expressions when I tell them, and proceeding to tell them how some side effects may include growing an extra finger or two. I wish the medication was for something more exciting than osteoporosis, though.